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Day One;
[He's already been here longer than he would like and it hasn't been that long. Still, demigods never do well being trapped and while he ponders on an escape plan he finds himself filled with a bunch of pent-up energy.
As it turns out, the best way to use that energy is to run laps around a track. On occasion he'll sprint, leap over invisible targets and change his direction entirely. Overall it probably looks a little strange and more like he's running from something. But that doesn't matter. It keeps him busy for about an hour and a half before he finds that he's a little worn out. Constantly being on the move like that isn't something he's used to anymore.
The other thing he finds is that he's kind of gross and sweaty now which really doesn't help the situation. He sighs to himself, running a hand through his hair before disappearing from the gym all together. He's not aware of anyone who might be watching and maybe he doesn't even care. Instead, he heads back to his apartment for a change of clothes before ducking into the bathroom.
The bathroom at this hour seems blissfully empty, so he doesn't bother hurrying through anything. Why? They have all the time in the world here, it seems, and he's out of his sweat-drenched clothes shortly after before wrapping a towel around his waist to grab soap/shampoo/etc.
The broken shower door gets his attention though and he's eyeing it curiously, fingering at the hinges before laughing to himself. This is what he finds himself doing when he suddenly hears footsteps behind him and he turns his head a fraction. Upon seeing who it is though, he only gives a tiny smirk in response.]
You know…we should probably stop meeting like this.
As it turns out, the best way to use that energy is to run laps around a track. On occasion he'll sprint, leap over invisible targets and change his direction entirely. Overall it probably looks a little strange and more like he's running from something. But that doesn't matter. It keeps him busy for about an hour and a half before he finds that he's a little worn out. Constantly being on the move like that isn't something he's used to anymore.
The other thing he finds is that he's kind of gross and sweaty now which really doesn't help the situation. He sighs to himself, running a hand through his hair before disappearing from the gym all together. He's not aware of anyone who might be watching and maybe he doesn't even care. Instead, he heads back to his apartment for a change of clothes before ducking into the bathroom.
The bathroom at this hour seems blissfully empty, so he doesn't bother hurrying through anything. Why? They have all the time in the world here, it seems, and he's out of his sweat-drenched clothes shortly after before wrapping a towel around his waist to grab soap/shampoo/etc.
The broken shower door gets his attention though and he's eyeing it curiously, fingering at the hinges before laughing to himself. This is what he finds himself doing when he suddenly hears footsteps behind him and he turns his head a fraction. Upon seeing who it is though, he only gives a tiny smirk in response.]
You know…we should probably stop meeting like this.
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[ He barely notices they're in the rec room, so he just blinks slowly at the deck of cards in his hand, then looks up in question. ]
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...tell you what. You ever play 21? I'd ask about poker, but this is more my speed.
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Actually, he looks pretty amused when Luke asks him to play a game. ] Sure. It's not like it's that complicated. [ He walks over and leans against the pool table next to his cards. ] So why do you stay? Why do you listen to them?
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[ The face-up card is a 9 and then he turns his card over for a jack. He frowns. ]
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Tough call. [Especially when his face card is a five.] Hit, stay? [He doesn't offer a double-down option because that seems silly. Why are they doing this? Shh, just go with it.]
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You're not hustling me, are you?
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Probably should've mentioned that those rules also apply to me if I win. So. [He's taking the cards and shuffling again.] You mentioned a school. It's not some weird magic school, is it? [Luke has zero place calling anything weird but you know what, that's happening.]
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Do you think I'm a wizard? It's a normal, all-boys prep school. I think you know that people aren't really into the idea of magic. I'd rather not get burned at the stake.
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[He's mostly joking around but...he...really doesn't know what prep schools are for. Help him.] Hit or stay?
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[ He purses his lips down at his cards but still he's not going to risk it. ] Stay. [ Surely Luke can't get another 21?? ]
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Shit.
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He watches Luke keep going, somehow expecting things to work out in his favor... but then he gets the queen and it makes him smile. ] You're too greedy. Alright. Why do you listen to whoever's telling you to do the quests and go to camp?
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Used to be because I didn't know any better, but who says I'm still listening and still going to camp?
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[He's apparently forgotten that "double down" is an option in this game, too.]
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Yeah. If I say double down, does that mean I get two questions?
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Sure, why not? [Double the stakes, so he flips Adam's next card. He smirks as he throws the ten down on top of Adam's twelve.] So much for that. [He flips his face-down card to reveal an eight and he leans back on his hands on the pool tabletop.]
But now that means it's my turn. First question, what's with the trees?
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[ Luke must be messing with him. But he's also thinking about how to explain the trees because he'd intentionally avoided talking about Cabeswater. It might narrow its location down too much and he can't tell anyone about where it is. ]
I don't know. It's worded strangely. I think it comes from the fact that sometimes trees house the magical properties of the leylines. They manifest it. So ultimately, magical trees.
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Magical trees. Okay…I mean we've got one of those, too. It's the barrier to protect the camp. I don't think it's the leyline thing though. Second question…are you really that good with your hands? [That's not a serious question except for the part where it is. What does that even mean?]
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The question receives an expectant look, wondering if that's really what he wants to know. ] Probably. You think it's lying? [ He smirks and does a dovetail shuffle to show off, then deals their cards. Luke's first card is a ten and Adam flips the next one for an eight. His own face-up card is a five. ]
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And I never said it was lying, but do you already believe everything you read? [Both eyebrows raise as he watches the fancy shuffle, looking at his cards carefully.] ...I'll stay.
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And here I thought you were a risk-taker. [ He flips over his own card for an 8. There's a frown and he draws another card. It's a 6. He grins. ] Most of this information seems pretty accurate judging by reactions. I think it's mostly just worded in either a comedic or antagonistic way. Probably to see how fast we'll distrust each other. Who would have thought we'd be bonding like this? [ He passes the cards back to Luke, satisfied. ]
Tell me about your plans.
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What you're saying is that the profiles are written by somebody with a sense of humor. I think I get it. If "complaining" can really count as a skill I'm not sure if I should be worried or impressed. [But he frowns upon seeing the cards Adam's flipped before taking the deck himself.]
...who said this was bonding? [He shuffles the cards, but he doesn't deal them quite yet.] My plans? I plan on finding a way to disable the ankle monitor and get out of here. That's about as far as I've gotten. [He knows that's not what Adam means, but that's what you get when you don't specify.]
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[ The avoidant answer makes him scowl. ] You know that's not what I meant and you still have to answer. Don't be a jerk about your own game. [ He taps Luke's leg with his shoe. ] Which is probably the most bonding I've ever done with anyone, so deal with it.
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